Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.